May 11, 2009 09:59
Character 1: It's a funny thing, life. One minute you're running around the park, kicking balls and eating flapjacks, and the next you're worrying about mortgages and blood-thinners and such. Funny old thing. I remember my father, coming home from work, sweaty and with clothes torn and bitten, and he would sit down and make origami with us...
Character 2: Who are you talking to?
C1: Oh, no one.
C2: What?
C1: Well, you know how sometimes you just feel like sitting and talking to nobody in a loud voice about your life?
C2: No.
C1: Hmm.
C2 ...I was going fishing. Do you want to come?
C1: Well, see, the question isn't so much whether I want to go fishing -
C2: Yes it is.
C1: Oh sure, technically it is, but I guess what I'm saying is, I could answer the question, but what would that really tell you?
C2: It would tell me whether or not you want to go fishing.
C1: Sure, if you want to be that prosaic about it. I just don't see things so black and white. I guess in the end, I'm not...I'm not, I'm just not quite as racist as you.
Pause.
C2: Bye.
Exits.
C1: You know, there comes a time in everyone's life when they lose their innocence, when they have to grow up. I think the moment I lost my innocence was when I was 14. I was so excited, because we were visiting the big city in school holidays. And I remember my father took me for a walk through the busy city streets, and we saw all the thrilling sights, and I remember what he did next very clearly, because after an hour or so's sightseeing, he sold me to some Japanese businessmen. And I guess I was very naive in those days, and in many ways I wasn't emotionally prepared for what came next. The funny thing is, I've heard so many people talk about Asians and their small penises, but it's like so many other things in life - something might seem small, but it gets a lot less small when there are three jammed into the same small space.